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    1. 2017.04.10 - Was this once a book?

      by , 04-11-2017 at 01:14 AM (Discovery of the Mind: Xereniak's DJ)
      Recall Begins:

      I am a young girl, perhaps 13~15. I find a family that lives in hideaways and works in large steel barns, creating dubious devices. They are a form of Mafia, but take me in as one of their own. One day, I walked out to the barns to see the things they were creating there. This was a heinous act against the rules, as I was told many times to never look there. I walked straight into the final barn in the row of perhaps 6 barns and saw something that attested to the evil of the family. What it was I can not recall. When I saw it, I ran from those who were in the barn, but they've got backup from where I came from before I could push through that way. Instead, I turned my path toward the nearest person coming, jumped into the air as I traveled, and attempted to land a curled fist straight into their face. However, I have troubles aiming in dreams. Extreme problems. I may have become moderately lucid at this point, as I rewind the dream repeatedly until my fist connects, hard. More backup arrives and I take a similar approach with these men, utilizing attack moves that look more like break dancing than fighting, but it got the job done. I continue to run, and make it to the children's dwelling area.
      I can see that some of my friends want to help me, but also fear greatly the punishment for disobedience. The dwelling itself is technically hidden within a secret chamber, but enough people knew about it that I knew at least someone would know where to find me. I am most certainly lucid by this point, as I vividly recall declaring within that this is a dream, and that if I expect to find another, new hidden passageway in the wall I was reaching for, that I would find one. Lo and behold,
      the solid wall I was fast approaching gave way as a door, and I was able to slip into a new room.
      I am not sure what my state of lucidity is from this point on, but I know that the thoughts as they occur do not reflect either my waking state thoughts or that of the dream character I had become. Instead of remaining in secrecy, by some thought,
      I decided to relinquish dream control, and the walls of the new room faded away. Some children found me, and reported me, bringing me before the council. The punishment for this crime, and I knew it before I had done the thing which I did,
      was as thus: to receive a bite from a highly venomous snake which they nurtured in a fountain centered in the council circle. I felt a sense of deja vu at this point as if I had experienced this plot before somehow, perhaps having read it in a book at some point. Knowing what would happen next, I stepped, with some trepidation, into the fountain. I backed out a few times, but the third time I boldly stood as the snake latched onto my right index finger.
      The pain hurt greatly, but also not at all. I knew that it was a dream again, and knowing that my fate involved a painful and long duration of agony, filled with feverish fits, pain, loneliness, and thoughts that I would likely die, I choose to dissolve the mafia, their council, and evidence of their ever existing from the dream. Again, these thoughts do not reflect my own as I would reason but seemed to be of the dream character this time. With the Mafia's influence erased, the steel barns were re-written as the new setting for the rest of the dream to follow.I am no longer lucid after the jump,
      and unsure of what character I am. There are two other individuals with me, one 20-year-old junkrat who's crazy blond afro gave her a reckless air when combined with her ratty tank top and torn jeans. She had a natural affinity for taking apart and building things with total junk, which may have included the Gatling gun slung on her hip like I had my handguns. The other appeared to be aged 28, darkly moody, and dangerous. Like me, he wielded dual handguns, which were concealed within his black coat. I presumed the coat's color was picked to match his hair color, but he corrected me in saying it was to match his pants. Aside from that, he was in charge of carrying around Junkrat's tools, such as a tremendously oversized bolt-cutter used on my highschool's pop machine. It was as we were taking parts out of said pop machine that we were rudely interrupted by about half the student body. For some reason, I think some of them had guns.
      They surrounded our group, with the likely intent to either take us custody or kill us, neither which option seemed particularly appealing. I tried a desperado to fend them off, which failed and I had to reload. After the reload, I was on the other side of one of the groups surrounding ours, and from this spot, I noticed a little girl, perhaps 8 years old. She wore a distinctly colorful outfit, that gave off an anime character vibe. She then merged into the story as if she had been there the whole time, and was a part of our ragtag trio. She then proceeded to "help us out" by emitting a voice which had the effect of paralyzing all the other students. Somehow, the next thing I can recall is one by one shooting each student in the head,
      possibly because the paralysis has a limited time effect, and this would be our only chance (but why not run?). After dispatching most of the students there, I walk up the ramp and head to Math class like nothing happened. Principal M is teaching the class, and I see my old buddy Del there. Principal M gets after him, probably for being a trouble maker,
      before beginning the class. I take a test for a few minutes, before the entire east wall dissappears, and we are very high up. The class notices some power line workers standing in this weird contraption, where two guys have to hold up each side which they're standing in, while the other works in the middle. The are also very, very high off the ground, about 100 meters up and 100 meters away from us. Suddenly, one man loses his position and tumbles off. The contraption is no longer stable, and the other two fall off as well. The entire class watches in horror as these guys fall to their deaths far below. Somehow, it was much more shocking than shooting half the school. As we look at their corpses below, suddenly,
      they stand up, perfectly fine. Principal M then explains that he had given each of them a wind rune, so that they wouldn't be hurt by falling.

      Recall Ends.
    2. 2017.04.09 - Brother's Games / Trump's Gopher

      by , 04-11-2017 at 12:14 AM (Discovery of the Mind: Xereniak's DJ)
      Brother's Games

      Recall Begins:

      A vast world spreads before me. From the heights above the treetops rises a great plateau, towering above the pathway upon which I stand. I Know that I must scale this great wall before me, with nothing but a parasail, stamina, and great determinat... wait a second, this is another one of those "Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild" dreams. Jeez, I haven't played that game in weeks and it's still the physics engine my mind chooses for everything.
      I make my way up a mountain trail with light shrubbery about. Up the trail, there is a checkpoint, to stop and inspect travelers. I know they're searching for me. Nonetheless, I continue up the way until I arrive at their inspection station, where they begin searching my goods. They're checking my things, which I'm not too worried about, but I'll be in trouble should they decide to pat me down, for concealed within my sleeve is a home phone. The shape of the phone protrudes through the fabric, but I stand on the other side of them in hopes they will not spot it. I feel its buttons against my skin within my tunic, and I am severely startled when they begin to pat me down. Surely, like this, they will find the home phone concealed on my person. When all hope seems to be lost, I re-initialize the dream, sending the guards back to their original positions, not knowing I was ever there. I had all my things back, but one thing remained: my position within space remained the same, and as I was standing on the other side of the guard station, I had managed to slip past them. I continue onwards into the cabin which they had been so zealously guarding. Once inside, I find /...fragmented details.../ in the entry way. Up the stairs, however, I find a console, running a copy of my brother's game "The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess". Of course, with his permission, I fire the game up and begin playing, although the game's graphics felt a lot more like "Ocarina of Time".

      Recall Ends.

      Trump's Gopher

      I traveled from my home to my day job, a 7-3 shift as a crew trainer for Donald Trump's Cabinet. I was still being trained on the position myself, by my waking world coworker J and some other guy whom I do not know. I also sucked tremendously, but Mr. Trump himself was much too busy to take notice and fire me. For the job itself, I had to appear to be a girl. Not entirely sure why, but one blond wig and a costume change later I was working hard at my job to... erm, actually, nobody ever came. I mostly just got paid to snoop around Mr. President's communication equipment he used to send messages to Vladimir Putin. Instead of using old school, U.N. approved touch tone wires to send messages, this setup sent the message by LED cables (wtf????). These cables looked quite spectacular, with towers soaring across the wide mountain range away from the high altitude plateau upon which we built the... some kind of administrative office, but it was definitely like a ski lodge. When I got home, my family seemed to have left on a vacation without telling me where or why. Dream me took no issues with this, and instead headed to the basement to play a game like "Space Engineers", but also it was "League of Legends" and I was a Singed player chasing down a Lux. I almost had her, when these weird bug robot things started flipping me over their heads, and they just kept doing that for awhile (during this process I was moved inside a kind of land rover). Eventually, my craft ran out of hp, but it didn't explode until they were done tossing me. Then the ship and I were transported to my starter platform (all still in my basement), where I tried fixing the ship up for another round of getting tossed around by the bug robots. After 3 times of this, and having to scour for materials each time, I just started taking the ship apart so I could build something new with the components. The frame fits quite snuggly as a house roof.

      Recall Ends.
    3. 2017.04.08 - Ragnarok & Friends/Empty Memories

      by , 04-10-2017 at 11:27 PM (Discovery of the Mind: Xereniak's DJ)
      Recall Begins:

      In the online MMORPG Ragnarok Online, I am leveling a Magic build Doram Summoner in what appears to be low-TI (level 71-100). I'm not level 100 yet, as I don't have any charms to reduce my cast times for CNM, and so I am having trouble solo leveling without a Morpheus Set or Doram Set. I travel some distance away to escape the mobs and find a location with a small building and seating. The camera angle shifts down, and now I am no longer a Doram, but me. Managers R and A are there, but largely ignore me after a hurried greeting. Two of my buddies from high school, D & J are distinctly present, and I feel that there were others present from my school as well. I spoke with them for some time before the recall ends.

      Dream Fragments

      There were two dream fragments that were definitely together as one dream at one point, but I simply cannot recall enough details. One was on a serene mountainscape, with high rising cliff faces enclosing me in, except on the back face from which I hiked up. In fact, the entire dream itself for awhile may have just been a nature hike.

      The second portion's recall begins with me getting into a fight with a Korean boy about ~17 years in age. I hop into a truck and try to drive him down. I chase him all the way from the calm mountain side into a populated city core, before plowing into an empty department store, picking him up by the throat (while driving) and then losing recall.

      Recall Ends.
    4. 2017.04.07 - School Swim Outing

      by , 04-08-2017 at 12:45 AM (Discovery of the Mind: Xereniak's DJ)
      Finally, caught up on posting journals. For now.

      Also: $~ = "about"

      Recall Begins:

      I remember there is much that occurred before the earliest I can recall. It vaguely exudes the idea of a bible study camp. The idea of the book of Exodus, in particular, stands out. I cannot recall the reason for its importance, however, especially given the events that follow. I am in an outdoor swimming pool. The pool is small and appears to be Egypt themed, possibly tying back to the book of Exodus somehow. A coworker of mine is at the pool, who is a mother of 3. She may be there to watch her children swim. Aside from her presence, there are many small girls, aged ~6~9, and a few ~14~17. There may have been other parents at the other end of the pool, which felt ~20 meters long. As I was swimming in the water, I tried out a swimming manoeuvre I enjoy doing in waking life pools whenever I can go, which involves rotating my core whilst swinging my legs, to generate a small whirlpool and cause me to rotate quite quickly on minimal effort. In the dream plane, the ripples are more exaggerated and far-reaching. Sizeable waves are crossing the pool, and are quite large directly around me. A few 14-year-old women seemed either impressed or annoyed, and my coworker also appeared interested.
      /jump/ I am falling face first into the pool again, which is now bone dry and only ~1 foot deep. Those who were swimming a moment ago are now exiting the pool, unaware of any oddity occurring. I begin trailing out after them, and one child in particular seems to be continuously making eye contact and then looking away.
      /jump/ I am in a changing room.
      /jump/ I am now in what appears to be either the Taber swimming pool or the Nicholas Sheran Park pool (indoors). The child from before is running around the pool in her swimsuit colored as this text.

      Recall Ends.

      Updated 04-08-2017 at 12:46 AM by 92884 (Missing title)

    5. 2017.04.04 - An Important Day Wasted

      by , 04-08-2017 at 12:09 AM (Discovery of the Mind: Xereniak's DJ)
      The setting of the dream appeared to be of April 5th, the waking day which would occur after the dream ended.

      Recall Begins:

      I am in a space which existed both as my basement and the entry hallway into a local anime convention. It is the early morning, and I am with several familiar faces as I prepare for the convention, which I felt was to be later that day. MoSH is among the group. I also believe my younger brother was there. I cannot recall the others.
      /jump/ It is 2.00 pm, and I am suddenly quite panicked. I had previously planned to meet with an old friend of mine at 12.00 pm that day, and I had somehow forgotten all about it. I am now more definitively at the convention hall, despite details of my basement remaining. I was quite convinced that I had travelled a distance, for the span of about an hour from my home. The concrete, grey halls leading to the convention entry way are quite distinct from the much warmer whitewashed wood panelling at home. As I walk toward the admission (person? gate? robotic automatic recognition system? wildcard*), I suddenly realise that I have left both mine and MoSH's VIP admission badges at my home. It will be a 2 hour round trip to go get them. I cannot recall whether or not MoSH took the round trip to my home and back with me or if he waited the entire time, but I consequently missed another important appointment I had at 3.00 pm.
      /jump/ I was once again very upset about having missed an important time frame. I could not however figure out how I had failed to plan the convention into my schedule, given that all 3 things were absolutely important. Nonetheless, it is now 4.00 pm, and I have finally arrived at the admission (wildcard*) with mine and MoSH's entry badges.

      Recall Ends.

      ...And in the end, I never did get to attend the convention either. What a waste of a day. Fortunately, the real one afterword went much better.
    6. 2017.03.27 - Date by Design

      by , 04-07-2017 at 11:50 PM (Discovery of the Mind: Xereniak's DJ)
      Recall begins:

      My father is leading a video game design team in a briefing room at what I can only assume is the engineering firm he works for. A certain man among the others who are sitting at rows of standard windows computers is utilising a curious interface device for his work. The device is comprised of a human bust, incorporeal, which sits upon the desk surface, facing towards the user; and one human head, held in the right hand, which is moved in 3D space around the bust. It appeared to function in the same way as a basic pad and mouse do for the rest of us. The man, whom I felt was a senior of mine, began at my behest to avail his works to me. I see on the display a 3D ape model. It is being utilised for an asset in the video game which the team is designing.
      /jump/ The senior modeller is complaining about the difficulty of the ape as a boss monster. Observing the game, it appears to have the "The Legend of Zelda, Breath of the Wild" battle system. I offer to try and defeat the enemy for him.
      /jump/ I (Link, from "The Legend of Zelda") am shield surfing down the snow capped mountain, escaping from the rampaging ape. I believe my original intent was to fight the ape, as I reverted back the dream 3 or 4 times to attempt battling it, nearly prompting lucidity. Before this occurred, however, as I repeated the act of fleeing the beast enough times, the ending began to fill in, and the ape was erased from the dream history. Now, I was merely shield surfing down an increasingly less winter, and more summery slope, with white water rapids, and greenery, abounding. I continue downwards, past the gorgeous natural formations carved into the rock by aeons of water erosion, until the scenery returns to winter near the base. Near the base is a setup reminiscent of my old scout camps, although thinking on it, there was not a soul in uniform.
      /jump/ I am no longer me, but for a short time, I yet appear as I did entering the camp. I am, however, now the Pokemon Ditto. I come across a small group in the camp, in what appears to be a cove built on a wooden platform overlooking a cliff, with an evergreen pine forested valley far below. The group situated within, who's members I am impressed to say were from another town in the province attending the camp, consisted of one teenaged man, likely aged 16~17, and about 4~5 women ranging in age from 13~17. As an outsider to this group, my logical conclusion is to destabilise the trust and familiarity within the group's members by transforming into them, one by one. The man becomes upset and leaves, and I remain as a woman within the group for the remainder of the recall.

      Recall End.